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Feature By S. B. HACKLEY (Copyright, 1919, by tho McCluro No wo* paper SyndlcaU.) For a quarter hour only the cricket* had broken the alienee In the Comp ton orchard, where old Toblaa and Je mima and Minerva, their granddaugh ter, assorted some mighty moundo of fallen wlnesaps. Then Minerva spoke. "Zack wants me to run otf and mar ry him, grandpuppy, after fodder atrippln’s over." "Lord, Nervy, don't ye!** old To blaa' faded eyea were plteonsly be seeching. “Stay by us. honey. No body feels for us old ones like you do. Nervy I" Minerva smiled faintly. **l told Zack, grandpuppy, 1 couldn't marry him If mo wasn't willin'. Bhe’d drive roe off and surely mistreat you and grand mammy If I married against her will." "Was Zacharlab fretted f the grand mother asked anxiously. Minerva crimsoned. They must not know bow much Zack was “fretted!" “He—he said he’d stay away until I sent for him. I—there’s ma I” In southern Appalachia It Is custom ary for the aged father and mother to live with the youngest son In the old home. Rut old Tobias' log dwelling was an unusually lurge one —s most desirable home, and Elisa, the wife of the eldest son, by skillful machina tions contrived to get Charley, the youngest son. and his wife, Phoebe, away and to get her own family In stalled. Lazy herself, she depended almost entirely on her young daughter, her only child, to do (he work of the house, and to keep her services she had de termined Minerva should not marry any but some young man she could take Into her house and rule, as she did Joshua, the girl's henpecked fa ther. By her orders. Zacharlab Burden, who was not the “humble sort" she de sired for a son-in-law, stayed away from the Compton house, but Zack was resourceful and managed often to see the gentle little creature who was like a guardian angel to the old ones. "Cryln'. Jeinliny?" old Tobias, sitting smoking on their bedroom hearth that evening, asked uneaally. Jemima wiped her eyes. “I got to sfudyln' about Mlnervy a waitin' on her hnpplness on account of us and It worried me some. Blast" she confessed. After Jemima slept, Biss still sat on the-hearth. Minerva waa flCßßhts.'tlkff’ their little Hettle who had died «li> teen years before, three months after the soldier sweetheart they had not been willing for her to marry bad been laid under Cuban palms. "Little Hettle! Little Ilettle!" he murmured. "Lord, If I'd let her had her way about Jess Duty, she might not have pined away! Jess, he wasn't a bad boy—l wish I hadn't stood In her way—l do wish it. Lord!" His pipe clattered on the hearth. His heavy gruana awakened Jemima. "The pain Doc Higgins said was from my heart. It’s plnchln' a little!" be labored out, his band clutching his chair rungs, his rugged old face chalky. Jemima trembled as she measured oat the drops the young doctor had left for him. The doctor had warned her all worry must be kept from To bias, and he had worried because he had caught her crying about Minerva! "You reckon you worked too hard at the apples. Blast" she asked him when at last she got him between the bed covers. "No. I got to thlnkln' about our little Hettle. I was wlshln* I could go back them sixteen years and tell the little, lovin' thing her and Jess might marry before he went to the flghtln*. Then the pain struck me." She parted his hands In )pntle soothing. “Hettle and Jess wasn't long separated. Bias, honey 1 The Lord saw to thatl Now try to go to Bleep." But It was long before be closed his eyes. "They could come and live with ua and things would be all right," Jemima heard him murmuring over and over In his fitful sleep, "If Eliza was will in’!" Then once he cried out: "She's a-goln* like Ilettle, Jeralmy— like Hettle! Can't you see ItT* When he was quiet again, Jemima arose and dressed herself. If he woe tied himself much more he might bring oo another attack, and Joel Higgins bad said two attacks does together might kill him. "I can find my way to Aaron Bur den'a," she aald to herself, "some way, dark aa It la. I'm bound to see Zack I" Two hours later she stood breath less In the Burdens' yard on the top of tho mountain. The dog slept, hut fear of him set her knees shaking. With a trembling hand she tapped oa the window of Zack'a bedroom. Near the dawn, when Zack helped bar off the gentle mule be had led down the mouotalnslde. her old face waa shining like the eastern star. A faw days later when Rllsa came bom# from Miranda Molllken's "quilt ing," she was consumed with wrath. Naomi Rouse, whom she hated of all women, bad bragged to Ran that her daughter, Magnolia, had taken Zack Burden "away" from Elisa Comptoo'a Minerva I Long before the "fodder gulling" wus doss, officious neighbors began to predict Sack's surly marriaga to Magnoua. Minerva drooped visibly. Her grand father fretted. "Jem!my, ain't she takln* It to heart too much? Lemme give her a bint; it’s Juat play-actin'l" Jemima shook her head smiting. "Don’t worry about .Nervy. She’ll come out all right Zack don't want her told until the show day, and that ain't tong off. Blast" The circus coming to Caneyvllls had advertfaed a prize of $lO In gold to be given to the young woman uot -afraid and wilting to be married on ao elephant's back In their ring, which advertisement doubled and tripled the size of the attending crowd on the “show day." Early that morning Zack Burden's two mules passed the Compton wagon, en route to Caneyvllle. Zack rode one mule. Magnolia Rouse the other. Elisa could not restrain a look of dis pleasure. “Them two are the pair that’s to be married on the elephant’s back I" old Bias volunteered cheerfully. "Zack's done arranged with the show folks." This news was the last straw. Eliza turned to her daughter, her faco white with wrath. "Nervy Compton, before I’d let everybody In the county aee that low down Rouse girl take my feller right before my eyes, I'd Jump In Caney river!" Minerva smiled. "Their weddln' won’t discredit me, ma. Zack's not my fnller now, and all the folks know he wanted to marry me and you wouldn’t let him I" At the dose of the circus perform ance, the largest and gentlest elephant, with a howdah on hla back, was brought Into the ring. "Will the gentleman who wishes to be married please present himself?" the ringmaster called out. Zack arose and took Magnolia's arm, but she pulled back, screeching foolishly. Tm afraid of the elephant I I’m afraid to get close to the thing!" "Will the gentleman try to persuade another lady then? We're bound to have a wedding I" The biggest dowa rolled over In a gale of merriment, but It was tragedy to Ellas. Zack looked about him. "1 aee one lady I know la not afraid gf the ele phant that would maybe marry me, but she's afraid of her mat" Eliza sprang to her feet. "If you mean Minerva, Zack Bui* den." ahe shouted, "she needn't bo afraid of me objectin'l I've conclud ed Tm perfectly agreeable to her mar rying a young man as Industrious and well-behaved as yoo are I" Tears of triumph were In Ellza'e eyee when, twenty minutes later, she sew Zeck lift his bride to the ground. "Where’s your gold piece, Nervy?" happy old Bias whispered that rre tel ©he,” ah. wbla pared back, "but I’ve got another one Just like It the show folks gavs Zack for what they called the ‘extry fea ture P " GOOD POINTS IN AMERICANS Maxlean Uses guises Attributes He be lieves Latins Might Copy te Their Advantage. Let ua recognise this: Tbs poetry of the American character la shown In four devotions—to women, to children, to trees end to birds. These men, whom many people unjustly suppose to be rude; these men, who make mil lion*; these men. who maintain the rails through Immense deserts; who build up formidable Industries, have In their spirit these four devotions, which honor them vastly sod which not a few of ue Latins would like to have for the better honor and embel lishment of our common existence. There are In compensation many children and flocks of birds. Children are the kings of the parka. Everything there Is for them. They rule over all, and you may see them, as I did. la Rock Creek perk (Washlngtoo).wlth their naked legs wading In the many small streams and shouting charm ingly whlls splashing In the crystal of the water. Notwithstanding they ■re smaller than the children, the birds are little kings as well. Lfttla klnga that are respected not only la the air hut on the ground. Sparrows I have found oo the sidewalks among the hurrying throngs of people. Jump- Ing and hopping about.—Carlos (loo sales Pena, In Universal lllustrmdo, Mexico City. To Remove Mildew. It le beet to get at mildew stain right away before has Injured. First, try this mild treatment: Soak the ■tains overnight In sour milk and then place In the sun without (losing. Re* peat the treatment several times If necessary. If this does not remove them all, try lemon, moistening the ■tains with lemoa juice and allow It to remain In the son. If the stains are very persistent go to the druggist and ask for a few crystals of potassium permanganate. Dissolve one teaspoon ful In a pint of water and apply a little of this to the stains with a medicine dropper or a dean cork and allow It to remain In five minutes. Remove any pink ataln left by this chemical with e little oxalic add. If used with care permanganate does not aa e rule take out color, but try It lint on aa nnaxpeaad portion of the skirt. Ousted sea. "Do you approve of quotations la ■peaches?" "Decidedly. Most apeeebaa weald ha Improved by latrodudug more quota* Hone and leaving sat all the orlMaal material** OF MANY THREADS By MARIAN WEST. (Copyright, by the Frank Munsey Com pany.) Tea, my dear, It la perfectly true, and we are to be married In alx weeks. You will like Billy, he la auch a dear, gay, good-looking big thing—though he Is absurdly young. We are Just the* same age in years, but twenty-eight In a man! I have momenta of feeling convicted of child stealing. Just now I am encouraging him to raise a mus tache. It’s frightfully unbecoming, but It makes him look leas like my son. You will come to the wedding, of course. Billy Is wild to know you. He Is a dear, truly, Laura. And wait till you see some of my clothes 1 I am having a— With love, always the same, Pat Dear Aunt Flora: I dare say you have heard rumors, but I want to tell you myself of my great happiness. I am going to be married on the 27th of next month to Mr. William Courtney Blake, a young lawyer who has already made him self felt here In New York. I hope your health will let you come to the wedding, for Will la ao anxious to know you all as soon as possible. I am sure you will like him —he la very strong and upright and manly. After all. It Is character that counts. Isn't It? We shall begin life very modestly, but. I believe, very happily; With love to everybody, Affectionately your niece, Patricia De Witt Dear Arthur: I am sorry, very sorry, but It Is true. I am not going to answer your letter. Pome day you will see It differently, and will write me another. Meanwhile I am what I have always been. Your sincere friend, P. DeW. I am not angry, my dear boy—only very mo-’h grieved over It all. Dearest Anna: I want you to be one of the first to know the beautiful news. Mr. Blake and I are going to be married next month. With your own happiness ao very new, you will appreciate what this means to me. You will like Will, he has such delicate perceptions, and la so thoroughly an artist. In spite of being such s thriving young lawyer. I understand now why you would not have a large trousseau, dear Anna. I do not see how a girl can spend this time, of all others. In running to the dressmaker's. lam getting only a few simple things, and am trying to keep my mind and spirit unfagged. You must let me bring Will to aee you some evening, and you must promise to alng to him. He la eo Impatient to hear you. With love. Devotedly, Patricia. Dear TTncte Mark: lam going to be married—to the Mr. Blake you met one day. He la one of the Bt. Louis Blakee, and his mother wan a Courtney, ao you aee I am not disgracing the family. We have taken a very decent apartment— It is‘ Just three doors from the Van Hornes'—and you will always find a warm welcome and a good glass of claret when you are mooed to dine with us. You will like Will —he Is a violent protectionist, and playa excel lent whist. Affectionately, your niece. Patricia DeWlti. Dear Miss Pomeroy: Your little note has Just come. I cannot tell you how much It means to me that Will's friends are pleased— and you especially, hla very beat friend of all. lam sorry to hear that you are not well, and that you are going away to stay Indefinitely. Will will be deeply disappointed not to have you at our wadding. He has talked of yon so much that I waa looking forward to knowing yoo better, for my own sake aa well aa hla. Hoping to aee you back soon, Cordially yours, Patricia DeWltt Dear Jerome: I have often wondered which of us would write this news to the other first. And now, of course, you know what has happened—or rather, what Is about to happen next month. Do you remember our promise to keep at least our perfect frankness? Well, then, I um offered love under very pleasant conditions, and I am taking It gratefully and gladly. I think we shall make a true success of It. I have put aqray certain childish things In the way of llluslona, and l Uke the reali ties better. Give me your blessing, dear Jerome! lam endlessly glad we came out of' It friends. You would like Will —he Is %ery simple and gen erous and big hearted. Come to the wedding If you want to—not other wise. Faithfully, Patricia. BUly Beloved: I have written five billion notes, and I will not tell another soul. They can 'read It In the papers. Oh, dear, It Is such a bore to pretend to be Interested In anyone but you! Who cares wheth er they know or not—stupid things! Everyone will want to meet you, hut wa will get out of all we can. There la no one In the world but you and me —and aren't you glad of It? Coming tonight? Youra, P. This la an Invitation to dine with us •t seven. I forgot to mention It More Popular. ▲ promising young man la good, but A Wring on* la better.—Chleaao New* The Scrap Book PROPHECY TO BE FULFILLED7 Words of the Savior Recalled Now That the British Forces Hava Rtdtsmsd Palestine. Another sacred spot in Palestine hns best wrested from the Infidel. It Is Nablus, or Sachem, aa It was called In the pre-Christian days. There waa Jacob's well, and there, centuries later, Christ conversed with the “woman of Samaria." This woman, facing the greatest prophet of all time, could not restrain her surprise that he, a Jew, should address her, n Samaritan, since the Jews had no dealings with the Samari tans. Hear Christ’s answer: “The hour cometh when ye shall neither In this mountain nor In Jerusalem wor ship the Father—when the true wor shipers shall worship the Father In spirit and In truth." In these words the believer of today will see a prediction which portends the end of all war and strife, after the world shßll have been purged of Its racial, national and religious hatreds. General Allenby went Into Palestine because‘he was ordered by the London war office to direct the campaign there against the Turks. In his march from the const he hns redeemed more of the Christian’s soil from the hands of the unbeliever that ever was conquered in the long years since the Man of Gali lee walked the sterile lands of the Israelites. Yet we have no Idea that the gnllant and resourceful English man considers himself a fulflller of prophecy. He la too busy fighting. He Is too much occupied with the Job In hand. When that la done, and done well, he probably will leave to others the less arduous task of checking hla campaign up against chapters of Holy Writ and showing juat where this or tliat prediction was realised. That Is no Job for a modest man, at General Allenby Is said to be. SUCCESS AT LAST "I made all kluds of excuses to get off to see them play ball this after BOOB," "Wouldn't any of them work?" "Yea. Finally I touched the boss heart by telling him I wanted to go U the ball game." Order “Grapes" for Germans. A curious development of the war In the villages near the front la de scribed aa follows by Preston Glbsot In "Battering the Boche“Aa th< Germans and French have a parted system of listening In on a telephone by means of an Instrument which It stuck In the ground and which enable* you to hear conversations going aloni on the other aide of the trenches, all villages near the lines have been re named. The street names are cotnlc Here In this village, a mile from th« firing line, we have the street of New York, the street of Chicago, the street of Parla; It la also necessary that curi ous numbers and foolish codes he ein ployed. Thus, when sending for smal< ammunition a message will aounc something like this: *Bend to New York street five baskets of grapes, which would mean five wagonloads oi small ammunition. The detail of th< war Is almost greater than the war It self." In Buffalo Park. Canada's chief herd of buffaloes If at Buffalo park. In Alberta, among th« foothills Of tho Rocklea. This park contains a herd of buffaloes, which, ac cording to the latest report of the de partment of the Interior, consists of 2, 402 head, of which -470 are hulls, 48( cows and 1.446 young stock. With thi exception of a few old crippled ani mals, which are gradually being weed ed out, oil are In splendid condition The elk. moose, and mule deer are ali In healthy condition and have Increased during the year. Husband Was Ready. “Before we were married." she com plained, “you always engaged a cal when yon took me anywhere. Now you think the street car la good enougl for mo." "No, my darling. I don't think th« street car la good enough for you; lfl because I’m ao proud of you. Is a cab you would l>e seen by nobody wMIe I can show you off to so many people by taking you la a street car.* Apprehensive. "That new hired man seems to know a lot about agriculture," remarked Mrs Oorntosael. "Yea," replied her husband. "H( talks so entertainin' about It I'm kind o' scared for fear he's more of I 100 turcr than he Is a farmer." THE BIG JOLT By A. M. CRAWFORD. For three months he had lived at his club and had stayed away from every place where he was likely to encounter his wife. He hud ended the lust argument about taking his young stenographer to lunch, to dinner and to places of amusement by telling his wife thut he wanted an excuse to get a divorce. They were wholly unsulted to each other so why be millstones around each other’s necks? She waa ydtang, pretty, too, and he would see to It that she drew sufficient alimony to Insure her every luxury. As for himself —he was a man of the world and could not, would not tolerate bonds thut made him accountable to any womon for what he did. If he chose to take a pretty girl to lunch, there was no harm In It. He had always been true to his marriage vow’s, he had told his wife stiffly. He had deposited money in the bank regularly for her sustenance. Now he had urrlvod at his luwyer’s office to In quire about the divorce proceedings. The attorney Informed him that his wife hud not drawn a penny from the bank. “How did she live, then?" Dnvld brought himself up with n Jerk. "She has been Dun Goldmnn’s sec retary ever since the day after you left her.” “And the boy?" His voice was low with suppressed emotion. "Old Sue, the only servant she could afford to keef), Is taking care of him. They are living In two rooms, far out where the rent is cheap and the boy bus a chance to get out in the sunshine every day. See here," said Steele. leaning forward, “there was another woman, wasn’t there? Well, what's become of her?" From somewhere down belowr came the excited voices of children play ing In the sunny streets. The balmy ‘ireath of an awnkened earth stole in like a quiet, soothing Incense. "There never wns any other womon," sold Dnvld Bryson slowly. 'I took my stenographer out a few times, d bud taste, but lots of men do those things—und Kate heard >f it and asked me not to do It again. I said that no woman could llctate terms to nie—we never quar reled. Kate was too fine for that sort of thing—so I left In a fit of passion, as you know.” He turned to look the lawyer in the face. "I let flint stenographer go on the first excuse I could find and I hope that I never see her face again 1 Kate working In old Dan Goldman*! office! Why didn’t somebody tell mo before?" "Why.” demanded John Steele sharp ly, "do men want to make fools of themselves for a bit of flattery? A man likes to think that he Is a regu lar devil with women and always he lias a Jolt coming to him like you are getting right now. If I were In your place, I would give Kate a chance to be free, to be courted, to be loved ns slic so richly deserves." David Bryson stood up suddenly and like a drunken man. stumbled Into a little writing room. He dropped heav ily Into a chnlr and seized paper and pen In his stroking hands. Ills wlfe'a face seemed to smile at him from the white paper. It wns no time for Idle fancies. lie shook himself and rubbed his eyes. What would he say to her. to Kate? She would love him always, alwnys. He wns sure of that. Then he began to wonder. She had refused his help. She had never lifted n hand to call him hack to her. Most women would trove found out thnt he had been bluffing about hla stenographer and would have aent for him on some flimsy pretext. What would he do? lie leaned hts head on his hands. Then a ghost of long ago spread s magic tan**stry before his tired eyes. He wss once more In that little blue room at home and It was quite dark save for the single night lamp thnt burned on s low table beside the bed. Again the agony of young father* hood laid his gripping hand upon his heart and his eyelids burned with tears, manfully restrained, nis mind groped fqr words to tell the sweet young girl wife how much he loved her ns she lay there, white and spent from the birth pangs of his tiny son. "I love you,” was all that he could say. "Oh, my dear. I love you so." "And our son." she had added weakly. He knelt down by the bed nnd laid his head lightly against her fall breast. He felt her soft fingers stray ing over his hair. "And I love you," she had whispered, "oh, my dear, you know now, how very, very much." Something w’nrm like rsln fell on his cheeks. He put up his hand ab sently, nnd, unashamed, wiped the tears away. He reachml for s fresh sheet of pnper. He wrote something on It, and slipped It Into nn envelope, called one of the clnb servants 'and dispatched It. Tiro note was addressed to his wife, at Dan Goldman's office, and It car ried a simple message: "I love you more than life Itself, Kate, dear. Will you forgive me anil let me come for you end the boy right sway, so thnt we can get home In time to wntch the sun dip down below the garden and hear the white thronts hushing a clam oring brood in the blossoming pear tree under our window? Answer by •phone at my club I Will be watting hopefully. With all my heart, I love you sod our son. Dsvhl." PROBABLY DIDN’T ECHO WISH Invalid Teacher Could Hardly Hava Been Cheered by Message Re celved From Such a leuroo. One of the high school teach arfi It Massillon was 111 and In the hospital of that enterprts* I Ing city. Her pu plls decided to send her a bouquet of flowers as a testimonial of their affection and good wishes, snd they appoint ed one of their number to pre sent the flowers. When he ar rived at the hoe- pltal, he discovered that the florist had neglected to provide a card. 80 he felt In his pocket, found one of hla father’s business cards, and wrote on the blank side thereof: M We hope yon will be with us soon.** The teacher received the flowers gratefully, read the message and than turned the card over to see whom It was from. It was the business card of a local undertaker. Franclscus Auriga (whose real name we wouldn’t translate for worlds) told us the story, so It must be true. —Cleveland Plain Dealer. PRECURSOR OF MODERN TANK Hindu War Zlephanto Were Used for tho Same Purpose Many Hundreds of Years Ago. The genesis of the scientific mar vels—“the tanks," which both alllea and Germans use in great numbers, was the Hindu war elephant, used in similar capacity hundreds of years ■go. Its force wss utilised against In fantry In exactly the same manner aa the modern "tank," crashing down footmen and affording soldiers boosed upon lta back an opportunity to Mar without being slain. The Tartars In the wan against the tribes of India first met this aston ishing sight and their terror waa much like that displayed by the German guardsmen when the “tanks" appeared at Cambrel. The ancient Tartar em peror, Kublal Khan, wrote that hla In fantry and cavalry took fright when these elephants, mounted by archers la boxes, attacked. BELOW THE WATERLINE. Did ever ye serve la the warship's hold. Deep under the waterline. With batches locked sad tbs blawan en. Close up to a hidden arias— Bare to tbs waist sad dripping wet. ▲ 'grimed and gasping crew. Ta shovel eoal and feed the fire Until the son fight’s through— Whors check valves atgh with the Marine And the greedy grates cry “Mors!" Lika galley staves la the olden tha* Chained to tho bench and oar? No cherubs alt la the bunker's dust To watch o'er us below. While overhead the turrets desk As they turn to dad the fan The guardian angels keep aloft— None hero where tho turbine mesas: There's nothing ahead. If things go wrong. But tickets to Davy Joaos. Forget yourself, forget tbs world. Forgot tho ran and sky! In tho boiler room you face your doom: You're there to do nnd diet —Don C. gelts, Scribner's Magnates. War and Population. Theories aa to the underlying Cannes of the great war are as numerous aa guesses regarding the time when the end may come, and hardly a week paaeea that some person whose posi tion gives his words mors or lean weight does not offer explanations on the subject. One of the latest la from Dr. C. Kllllck Millard, medical officer of health for Leicester, England, who aaya: “Throughout the world's history overflowing populations have been n fruitful cause of political unrest and war. Germany's mad dream of world supremacy waa fostered and encour aged by her rapid Increase of popula tion during the last fifty years. If the fall In the birth rate had set In earlier —latest returns show that It Is only slightly greater than In England—the present war might have been avoided." Cement From Beets. A result of experiments In French factories Is the production of an excel lent cement aa a by-product of beet sugar refining. The flrat step In the production of sugar from beets la boil ing them. It has bertofore been cus tomary to throw sway as valueless the scum formed on the caldrons. It has now been discovered that this scum contains large quantities of carbonate of Ume. To this carbonate' clay la addod, the resultant product being i good cement. Came Far to Defend Flag. At . dinner party In London recent* • r It was found thnt four print, sol diem who wen among the gueet. had traveled 1111,000 miles at their own pense to light for tb. mother!,n<l. On# of them hud come nil the way from the Tnkon, another from tho wild* of weetern Anatralla, the third from the Straits flettlements and the fourth from central Africa. Anatomieal Blunder. “But surely, Bunkum,” said the while man, “you are not afraid of that old dogt Why, ha eats right out of my hand r “Taaaah t Tasaah I When ha eats out o' yo’ hand It's yo* hand; bat when he done take, a fool notion to ant oat of mnh leg It’a moh log. ash r— Kenan. City (tar.